Title: Importing international stock
Description: Open to XF'ers
Overkill - December 5, 2011 10:40 AM (GMT)
Date: 25th of November
Time of Day: Noon
Blake's footfalls slowed to silence as he stopped his stroll before the burned and half disintegrated husk of what had been his favorite car. He sighed as he looked down at it. One of the many things he had lost the day of the sentinels. Many didn't actually cover it did it? He had lost every material possession he had owned. Luckily for him, most of it wasn't too difficult to replace (what with his income being what it was), but the parts that were unable to be simply swapped out were a sad loss to the man. The apartment, all of his father's things, sure they were just things but he had often felt like they were one of his best links to his deceased parent. There was the business too, but that was different. It didn't hold the character of his father like the apartment had. He thought back on the old place, full of things like antique samurai swords and ancient scrolls in display cases. That was one of the things he had shared with his dad, a love of old Asian culture. Now that was all gone.
But out with the old, in with the new. With everything old literally being erased from his life, it was a good time to make some changes, start some things anew. So he had moved, purchasing a disused warehouse in Mutant Town and doing it up to suit his purposes. It was becoming quite the cool little pad too, he didn't mind admitting. New wardrobe adorned the floor of the place and a new car sat in front of the garage door despite the fact that Blake wasn't allowed to drive it for a while yet. At least that was what the doctor told him. He struggled to remember the last time he properly followed the doctor's orders. With a chuckle he strolled off down the road again, consoling himself that he would soon break his promise to the surgeon and try out the new Ferrari which sat gleaming in his home. His daily walk took him along to the X-Factor head quarters, the building he had been heading to in that now destroyed car.
Once again he stopped across the road from the building and gazed across at it, wondering if today would be the day he would man up and go see what he could do to better the world. He was still very unsure if he was the right person for it, if he was the kind of person who could do it, but he had promised himself. That had been one of the reasons he had moved into a place less than a mile away. This had been one of his goals ever since arriving back in New York nearly a year ago and it was time to achieve it. There was a pause, one longer than usual.
"Balls to it."
He cursed to himself and with a quick look either way he headed across to the half renovated building. A badly erected, crooked sign now announced the place as being home to 'XF-Investigations' and the Englishman wondered what other changes had come to be in the months that had passed.
He stood for a minute on the doorstep, transferring a can of Red Bull from his right hand awkwardly into the grip of his left limb. The left one remained in a sling, not that his arm was hurt, just he had been told not to use his left side in fear of reopening his internal lung wound. He had been in a big chest and shoulder cast until a week before that and the sling had been a condition of him finally being free of the god-awful piece of plaster. With his movable arm now free he knocked on the door and found it swinging lightly open to his touch. Apparently it hadn't been properly closed to begin with. Blake's face peeked into the building his sunglasses clad eyes inspecting the mess in the lobby before a leather jacket and a pair of jeans followed the sunglasses inside. He stepped into the building with eyebrows raised, wondering if anyone was around.
He called out in his cockney accent.
"Any of you lot in then?"
He asked of the quiet space. There was a second of silence during which the young man began to second guess himself and almost managed to convince himself that no one was in despite only a moment having passed without answer. He could try again tomorrow he told himself. Really it was just an excuse though, a reason to leave so that he could go back to sitting at home alone all day, not putting himself out there. Luckily he was stopped by a noise from the stairs, someone was in alright. This was it. He looked curiously over to where the person would emerge and suddenly realized he had no idea what to say when they arrived. Oh well, had improvisation ever done him any harm? He glanced down a his slung arm. Yes. Yes it had.
Jamie Madrox - December 5, 2011 04:45 PM (GMT)
“It’s a rare tropical plant that grows only on certain small volcanic islands.”
Jamie and a multiple were walking up the stairs from the basement together, and had been locked in seemingly meaningless debate for the past half an hour. It astounded him how contentious he could be sometimes. “Okay, let me ask it,” he said with a shake of his head as they crowned the staircase. “How pray tell do you know that?”
“Because I was stranded on that deserted island for all those years.”
“That was Tom Hanks in Castaway!”
Before Jamie could reply, he heard a voice coming from the front entry. He put a hand on the multiples’ chest. He pointed toward the front, then put two fingers to his eyes and made a sweeping gesture with his left arm.
“You…want me to go out there, poke him in the eyes and give him a hug?”
“No, you idiot,” Jamie whispered. “Let’s go see who it is.”
“Is that what that meant?”
Jamie shook his head and made his way to the still-under construction lobby. Scattered around were hammers and saws and tarps, and empty bottles of Mountain Dew. He saw a battered looking fellow out there who was looking around the place uncertainly. Jamie stepped out and introduced himself.
“It’s afternoon,” the multiple corrected.
“I’ve heard it both ways. You must be our first client. My name is Jamie Madrox, and this is my lovely assistant with impeccable hair, Joey Jo Jo Shabbadoo.” He ignored the flat look the multiple was giving him. “Unless you are with the IRS, then my name is Joey, and this is Tom Hanks.”
He held out a hand, saw the sling and then held out a different hand.
Overkill - December 6, 2011 11:32 AM (GMT)
In the silence of the room his mind was in turmoil. He seemed to consider backing out and leaving and then decide against it at least five times over before he heard any indication of life amongst the mess. It was nerve wracking to him, taking this step in his life. It was very... different to what he was used to in many ways. This whole doing good by others thing was new to begin with, and to be perfectly honest the young man had no idea how good he would be at it. Then there was the fact that he was taking a completely uncalculated step. He was a thinker, and for the most part he liked to make his moves once he was pretty sure he would be successful. The idea of walking into this situation, simply not knowing was frightening to him to say the least. Interestingly enough at that moment he wasn't the only mutant around arguing with themselves, Multiple Man's perpetual bickering with his doubles occurring at the same moment.
Then the two Jamies finally emerged from the stair well, both strolling casually over towards their visitor. A look of interest, peppered with confusion crossed the man's face. He was used to odd. With all of the mutants he had been around there was little that could surprise him in terms of powers any more. None the less it was a little odd to see two people, almost 100% identical. With identical twins, you may not be able to tell which is which, but placed beside each other you could normally tell that there was a difference. This wasn't like that. To Blake's untrained eyes, the prime and the dupe looked completely similar, mannerisms, clothes, everything. It stumped him for a second as he considered that he may have just been seeing double. Those meds the doctor had given him had messed with his head when he had first got them after all.
One of the mirror images spoke out, greeting him, while the other corrected his fellow quickly. Blake smiled, imagining that that could get annoying for Jamie, not realizing just how right he was. After all, what's more annoying than one dupe getting smart to you? Two. There was a moment where he didn't know which greeting to use in return, weighing up the option of being correct or supportive.
He was a science major, not psychiatry. The man went on to introduce himself and his clone, giving an odd name for the dupe which made Blake resist a chuckle. After all how bad would he feel if that was actually the guy's name? So it was Jamie and Joey, for a moment he wondered whether their parent's names were Jane and Jack. Sensibly (for once) he kept the comment to himself.
Jamie went on to make a quip about the IRS and Blake laughed.
"Oh come on, they can't be that bad of a lot! I'm sure if you jus' ask nicely they'll take an IOU on your next year's taxes."
He jested in return, reaching out to accept the hand shake.
"Evans, Blake Evans. Sling connoisseur."
He replied, putting on his best suave James Bond-y look and tone of voice. So far he had to admit to himself, the conversation had not been as expected. All they'd done so far was make jokes and introduce themselves, it was comfortable, a good sign to be sure. Once the hand shake finished Blake swapped his can of energy drink back to his right hand and took a swig before speaking.
"Sorry to kill ya buzz mate, but I'm not 'ere as a customer."
He said with a little half shrug and a 'what can you do aye?' facial expression.
"I'm 'ere for a couple of reasons actually. Firstly I wanted to personally thank Alix for draggin' my broken ass to a 'ospital."
He paused for a chuckle and another drink before giving himself a mental shove in the back and moving to his second point.
"And second of all, I was gonna see if there was anything I could do to 'elp you lot out. Ya know, sort of... whatever."
He trailed off, not quite the strong finish he had imagined. There was a moment as he glanced around the reception area, taking in the state the building's interior was in.
"Like I could 'elp you out with all this guff. I figure my business could do with some tax deductible charity donations, and I know some blokes who could get the work done good and proper."
He offered, gesturing generally at the room they were in with his can.
"Also if you were like, lookin' for any more team members I wouldn't mind gettin' into some of that either."
He tagged on, trying to be cool about it and hide his nerves. He doubted this guy would turn away the offer of donations and help finding good builders but as for inviting him to join 'XF Investigations' the Englishman was hardly holding his breath. Still it couldn't hurt to get his name down, so to speak. One way or another it was his move, he had taken his step. He had made his leap, whether it was going to be a good or a bad one, only the universe itself knew.
Jamie Madrox - December 6, 2011 04:19 PM (GMT)
When the guy finally spoke, Jamie’s refined, sharp and acute detective skills immediately alerted him to the fact that he was probably not from around here. At least not initially. But New York was a sort of melting pot. Lots of different ethnicities bubbling and brewing together, with a pinch of rosemary and a dash of fresh pepper. Simmer on low for two or three hundred years…
“Better than a Sling Blade connoisseur,” Jamie said as he shook his good hand. The multiple immediately slipped into a pretty good impression from the movie in a droning monotone. “There were these two fellars standin' on a bridge, a-goin' to the bathroom. One fellar said, "The water's cold" and the other fellar said, "The water's deep". I believe one fella come from Arkansas. Get it?” Jamie looked over his shoulder. “Not bad,” he commented with genuine appreciation.
And though he was a little disappointed that the guy wasn’t an actual client, he sized him up and determined that he probably was a pretty nice guy. Confirmation came with the mention of monetary assistance and gratefulness toward the extraordinarily lovely Alix Smith. “Yes, we are fitting her for a nurse’s uniform as we speak. We’ve been giving it a lot of very specific and unhealthy thought actually.” The multiple nodded.
Jamie was a little taken aback by the offer to help out. He already had a roster of unpaid help that he didn’t quite know what to do with and didn’t actually need right now. But Blake had said that he already had money, so maybe that wouldn’t be an issue. “If you’ll excuse me for a second, I need to confer with Mr. Shabbadoo.” He turned to his multiple and whispered, “What do you think?”
“Does he know we don’t have dental?”
Jamie looked back over his shoulder and then back. “I don’t think he needs any dental work done. I don’t even think he needs a job. He just seems to want to help.”
The multiple peered around Jamie at Blake. “We should interview him.”
“Interview,” Jamie whispered. “Right!”
He turned back around. “Well, we might have an opening. Step right this way.” He lead the way to the place where the Madrox office would eventually be. “Watch out for the guff,” he said as they stepped around a five-gallon bucket of blue paint. He was going to have to look that word up later, but he was fairly sure it wasn’t complimentary. Who knew? He might even start using that little gem himself.
“Please,” he said. “Have a seat.” There was nowhere to sit except for a dusty bucket of drywall mud. Never really having had a job, Jamie’s mind immediately started trying to piece together what little he knew about the interview process.
Alix - December 6, 2011 05:43 PM (GMT)
The evening that she'd spent looking for Guido had not gone any where close to how she'd planned. Not unexpectedly so, but still. She'd wanted to find him to at least get something of some kind of goodbye for the rest of X-factor. An explanation for them so they'd know what was up, even if most of them did know exactly what was up and why he would've been tempted to leave.
She still was going to have to work out a way to not only explain why she both smelled and looked like she'd taken every subway, street, and alley in the city but also explain the fact that she'd left without a word. Still, no matter how very hard she knew it was going to be, the team was going to have to know and she really didn't want to have to put Jet up to telling them all. Even Jamie, who she was well aware would take the news the hardest, didn't know yet. At least she hoped.
It all still felt so very unfair. They'd all been through so much already with the arrest, the attacks, and the dome.. then the school. Add in the sentinels, the almost death of Alex and then the subsequent requiring of the team to form an underground set and the front that Jamie headed and piling one more loss onto the pile just seemed to be so unfair that she couldn't help but feel just the vaguest twinge of hurt at the choice Guido had made. He didn't want to feel useless in the team but hadn't quite realized that just by being around he'd been useful. By leaving? Well, she couldn't be sure yet, but was pretty aware that it was going to throw a few for a fairly big loop.
It was all so ridiculous. Even though she'd been one of the ones that had left and come back, she'd at least given goodbyes and explained. She'd given them time. At least, she remembered having done so. Her mind trailed over the absence, trying to recollect the details that had gotten so muddled in the time that passed that she couldn't even remember how long, why, or any other semblance of detail.
Her mind moved her past it before it could spark worry. She knew he hadn't said goodbye because his heart-- not the one that had caused the mess, but his emotional state-- could not take it. That if he had tried, he would've ended up staying despite the innate desire to just go. But if he had waited, even maybe just one more day then perhaps all the problems would've just gone away. Madison would've been able to start the machine and the question of usefulness would've just been a bad memory.
Noon rolled around, and her coffee had long ago grown cold. Her thoughts and concerns were far too enveloping for something outside of them to really affect her, and when she snapped to, she realized the time.
No matter what she wanted to do, it was time to face the music. Even from where she sat XFactor-- or XFinvestigations as the point now stood-- was not too far a walk from where she was at. But not so close that she couldn't work up some kind of plan of action for how to approach the matter of Guido's leaving.
Even from the square, however, she approached with the appropriate level of caution. While dupes rarely did manage to catch her off guard, there was the rare occasion that a random Jamie dupe would 'get the drop on her' as she'd been told by the very same dupe. They were the furthest thing from a bother and while a few got fresh and downright flirty... they all knew the line that went too far. Probably because they all had some kind of insight into her, and thus didn't encroach. But right now? Well, the furthest thing from her mind was a rendevous exchange of wits with a Jamie. Still, as much as she wanted to hide, there was no mind-hiding tricks that could be done to avoid them and get the edge, though she had just as much a leg up as they did. Luckily it wasn't a problem, however, and none of them caught on. She found her way inside and almost imediately was met with the disshelved state of the HQ. She smiled fondly despite any levels of tiredness or loss and easily and quickly pinpointed not only Jamie and his dupe, but a possible recruit that had been one of those she'd rescued during the sentinel battle.
Funny how they kept turning up.
::Ask him about why he wants to be an investigator.. and if he's been convicted of any crimes.:: She didn't elaborate with the fact that a good bulk of those under the roof had some kind of sembilence of a record. She didn't even mention that there'd probably be more to everything than just being an investigator.. But questions were questions and at least a little insight helped. The question echoed only into Jamie's mind, however, leaving Blake none the wiser to the input she gave to Jamie regarding just what questions to ask.
::Hello Blake, How're you? How's things been since the Sentinels?:: She questioned pleasantly, her eyes shifting over him for just a moment before looking towards Jamie- softer than she did most, but still just a bit more guarded than usual.
::Hey:: It was a simple greeting, quiet, with the usual tones of restraint. Yet, behind it- there was more. She clearly was making a particularly heavy attempt at keeping the night's events from working their way into his thoughts for now. If it was working or not, she didn't know. But in effort of saving the news till after the interview process, she had to try.
At least, she would for now.
Overkill - December 7, 2011 11:37 AM (GMT)
As the conversation continued to to and fro gently between the two men, the dupe came out with an impression that made Blake chuckle.
"That's not 'alf bad mate. Now we jus' need you to lift ya pants up round your armpits and we'll give you an 'air cut and you'll be right on the money."
He added with another chortle as he imagined the man before him dressed up. The conversation moved on and the English mutant continued to be impressed by the sense of humor this guy had. It wasn't rare to meet people who liked to laugh, not in the slightest. But to meet someone who took the piss constantly was a big breath of fresh air. When he made his offer to help Jamie replied that he would take the time to confer with his super identical twin.
While they spoke Blake finished off his Redbull and crumpled the can on his face, subconsciously buffering his head slightly so that the can barely graced his skin. He saw a barrel that seemed to be being used as a bin and lobbed the can in with what was very nearly a miss. The two Jamies were still in conversation so Blake just tried to relax and glanced around the room. There were buckets of paint and bits of wood, plaster and saw horses, hammers and screws. You name it, it was there in bad condition and covered in flecks of paint. Certainly there was no better way to describe it than a right load of guff. They needed some good tools badly, and by the looks of things, good workers even more. Luckily Blake could get hold of plenty of either. Whether or not he could help them in other ways, he would make sure this place was looking right flash by the time he was done with it.
Mr. Evans was busy trying to imagine how the lobby could look, with a fountain in the middle and a granite desk with a pretty receptionist behind it parked past a set of stylish couches. Unfortunately his day dreaming was interrupted by Jamie's return, saying he should follow the 'identicaloids' to wherever they were headed. Somehow he managed to resist the urge to stop for the receptionist's phone number (mainly because she didn't exist) and soon found himself in a far smaller room, sitting unceremoniously on top of a bucket.
"Seriously mate. You need to do something about the whole furniture situation... The last time I sat on a bucket was in a camp ground near Brighton when I was younger, and trust me, you don't want me doing that in your office."
He observed light heartedly.
Shortly after that began one of the more awkward pauses of Blake's life as he waited for his company to begin with the questions. He seemed to be deep in thought and at first it seemed best not to disturb him. Eventually however it all became far too much for Blake's goldfish-level attention span and he spoke out.
"So... I'm no expert , but I'm pretty sure this is the part where you, ya know ask me questions..."
He suggested with a cheeky smile. It was at that moment however that a psychic voice that was hard to forget piped up in his brain. He smiled as he recognized her and spun sideways on his seat to give her a short wave of acknowledgment.
"Morn- Uh, afternoon Alix."
He replied with a smiled, remembering the correction the dupe had made shortly beforehand.
"Oh I 'aven't been too bad really. I mean all things considered a'course. The doctor says I've gotta take three months off, but sod 'im. It's been two months of doin' nothing and being driven around in taxis, I'm not sure 'ow much more of it I can stand."
He said with a laugh.
"Seriously though mate, I can't ever thank you enough. After all, I'm 'ere complainin' to you instead of the bloke from the plot beside me aren't I? You saved my life and if there's ever anything I can 'elp with, just ask."
He said with a nod to her. He wasn't the type to make big speals or speeches. He couldn't monologue like Scott Summers, or get across feelings like Alix herself could. From him that was more or less it, but it meant that you knew when he said something like that, he really meant it.
"Now where were we."
He said, angling himself back slightly so he could sort of face both Alix and the Jamies.
"Ah of course, Jamie and Karl Childers 'ere were going to ask me some questions I believe."
He jested to steer the conversation back on track. They had more than covered his whinging about copping a beating from the sentinels and it was time to get back to the business of his future.
Jamie Madrox - December 7, 2011 03:55 PM (GMT)
Jamie had to admit, he was sort of drawing a blank when it came to how to conduct a genuine interview. But how hard could it be? He just needed to know a little bit about Blake, find out what he brought to the table, and determine if he would be a good fit for this group of misfits. Jamie sat in a dusty office chair and leaned back, crossing one leg over the other as he sized the gentleman up that sat in front of him. After a time, he cleared his throat. “What’s…your…favorite movie?”
The multiple looked over at him. “Really?”
Thankfully Alix showed up right then, first in his mind and then physically as she gracefully picked her way past the guff. Both Jamie and the multiple watched her approaching with a thin smile. ::I was actually getting to that,:: Jamie answered her when she offered a suggestion on an interview topic. ::Just trying to break the ice.::
He held that thought for the moment though, as Alix approached and looked Blake over fondly. Jamie didn’t think anything of it, though the subsequent dampening of their connection made him a little uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but read into the fact that she was definitely hiding something from him.
Was it because she was attracted to Blake?
Sure, some girls were into the young, physically fit, excessively wealthy and speaks with a British accent thing. Jamie thought about it, musing that he might just have to ask Blake out himself.
But no, that wasn’t it. He knew Alix too well. And even if she was attracted to him, it didn’t change anything that they had. There was something else. She was hiding something else. Jamie gave her a look while she and Blake had a talk, and then shared a glance with his multiple. They both shrugged. Alix was entitled to secrets, and he pushed aside any irrational feelings over the matter. In the end, everything about her wasn’t his business. No matter if he wanted it to be or not.
“Yes,” Jamie said as he steepled his fingers together and leaned back a little more. “The interview…” He cleared his mind, and let an appropriate silence transition them to the official interview. “Two questions.” He flicked a glance toward Alix, and then back again. “Do you have any experience as a private investigator, or in surveillance? If so, where have you surveillated and what is your preferred method of surveillation?” He totally made those words up. “Tell me about a time you engaged in surveillatory behavior, and try to keep it clean. There’s a lady present.” Finally he got to Alix’s question. “Also…why do you want to be a private investigator?”
The dupe chimed in. “And do you own a red Ferrari?”
Jamie gave him the nod. “Yes. Five questions.”
Jet Black - December 8, 2011 02:55 AM (GMT)
It took Jet a while to wake up that morning. Or more accurately that afternoon. It had been a rough and long night. Thanksgiving dinner was great but the events after it was heartbreaking. Guido had left them and left her with finally telling her himself how he really felt about her. She had woken up at noon but just laid in her bed for a little while. She almost turned over to try to go back to sleep for a little while longer, but realized she couldn’t. The blonde rolled out of bed, changed into jeans, tee shirt, a thick hoodie, and tied a sloppy ponytail after running her fingers through her hair.
She walked down stairs and heard Jamie talking in his soon to be office. One other voice was heard, and for a flicker of a moment thought maybe Guido had come back home. She shook her head at the stupid thought. The voices weren’t even the same. With the time that had passed after Guido, left Jet was sure Alix would have told Jamie. She wouldn’t have minded telling the rest of the team. Or even Jamie. But with those two so close the blonde was sure, she would have told him first thing. She wondered how he was taking it. Those two were like a much better version of Bill and Ted. Minus the time travel.
The blonde walked closer to the door, she had a question she needed to ask Jamie regardless, and heard him asking the other voice questions. She lowered her eyebrows and knocked before waiting two seconds to open the door and walk through. Jet’s first reaction to the ‘interview’ going on was shock. She quickly got over and said, “Oh. Sorry for interrupting.” She raised up and apologetic hand. Seeing Alix was in the room, also she reached her hand out and introduced herself to the man in the room, “Hi, I’m Jet.”
Jet tried not to think Jamie would so quickly replace Guido. Maybe the new guy was just filling in for him until he came back. But she couldn’t help but to blurt out just after shaking the man’s hand. “He’s not taking Guido’s room is he? Because he is coming back. He's not left for forever.” The blonde quickly turned to look at the new guy, “Sorry it’s no offense to you I swear, and I’m normally a lot more… chipper, but I had sort of a bad night last night.”
She flashed him an apologetic look, and thought Jamie must have been taking Guido’s departure a lot better than she was. Maybe she should have just stayed in bed. Jet couldn’t help but feel how soon it was to already be replacing their Strong Guy.
Alix - December 8, 2011 03:22 AM (GMT)
Her focus strayed on Blake for the barest moment while she carefully forced herself to avoid whatever irking feeling it was that began to well up in the back of her thoughts. She could catch the vague notions from Jamie and already could guess just how hard it was going to be for her to keep these things to herself. In hindsight, maybe she should've just let it be. Gone upstairs, waited till he was finished and then shared the upsetting news.
But then, Blake had been looking for her, and she couldn't particularly avoid that sort of thing. So, she'd make due with what she had.
::It was absolutely nothing. Anyone would've done the same in a similar setting. I was just doing my job.:: She went through the usual laundry list of why it was just an everyday thing to push whatever issues one had out of the way in order to help do what was necessary. This time, it was the sentinel attack. Who knew what it'd be next. Of course, any details about her side of that day and why it'd been such a strain on her were left unmentioned, though she did raise a hand to rest on her waist for the moment as if she were resting but, honestly, it was the ghosts of pain left from the vague memory of what had happened. She stifled it back, however, and kept her focus for just a moment longer on Brett. ::Good to see you here.::
Finally, her attention turned back to Jamie a quiet smile before falling-- just a little-- at the notion that perhaps she'd pushed the proverbial suggestion box just one too far. It was silly, of course, but then she'd been out all night in a flurry of all kinds of emotion that she just typically didn't let herself go through. It was rough, but she didn't regret it. Yet, at least.
::I... I figured you had it under control. I just thought I'd throw in a suggestion into the ring, too.:: Her tone raised hopefully, though somewhere in the back of the comment was the almost intended utterance of an apology. She didn't voice it, however, and left any apologies necessary for the other things that would likely be cropping up. Likely, she imagined, in the very same conversation they were having now. She let him go on with his interview, and kept to near the back of the office, out of the way.
Still-- Jamie's brief worry over her hello to Blake struck her even harder at the notion of what she was keeping out of his mind. The concept of attraction was something she absolutely didn't quite operate on the same level as.. pretty much anyone else. It wasn't that Blake wasn't a nice enough seeming fellow or that having enough money to buy every car you ever wanted wasn't a pretty good deal. The accent was nice, and he really wasn't a bad looking guy-- at least, by standard perception.
But Alix didn't have a standard perception on things and none of the above, excepting the fact that he did seem like a pretty nice fellow. That'd be important if he joined the team. But otherwise, she could've cared less and noticed even less if Jamie hadn't called it to attention. Still- Jamie clearly knew that it wasn't in her nature to really think like generally any other girl and he put the thought away into a 'thoughts that mean nothing' category. She subsequently quelled any worries she had. At least mostly. Her attraction to people had always been a complicated set of mental controls, leaving her generally unaware until something struck so hard that she couldn't help but address it. It'd taken drinking and a telepathic trick to even catch her onto Jamie's own attraction to her, and the fact that earnestly, she'd been attracted to him. Jamie, of course, would've known this.
The next shift in his thoughts went to, of course, wondering what she actually was hiding. He dismissed it quickly and vaguely the building guilt she felt just compacted itself into more. Still, no matter how bad it was making her feel for hiding the truth of what had gone on through the early hours of the night, she knew it had to be done. For now, at least. With the interview, the new guy, and all the other factors it just didn't seem right to drag this right out into the open. Blake wouldn't have had the faintest on who Guido was and Jamie? Well. She wondered just how the news would hit him.
Even while she mentally prepared herself-- clearly distracted as the conversation and interview questions continued-- she thought over the plan of action. She absolutely didn't want to see him upset. Him and his dupe carried on professionally, albeit with a thinly veiled level of humor, and she really didn't want to take that away. With everything that had gone on already, she really just didn't want to add one more thing. Even if he could handle it, even if was every bit the grown adult she was, even if it was absolutely foolish to think that she could even try to keep such things under control.. she tried. She wouldn't be who she was if she didn't. The interview continued, and her eyes leveled sightlessly onto Jamie with the same defaulted fondness she'd been adopting for little over two months. Far too caught up in her own thoughts to really notice that Jet entered.
Her thoughts halted to a stop, suddenly aware in the mess of things that Jet definitely hadn't know that she hadn't gotten a chance to explain to Jamie what had happened. But by the time she caught on, it was too late.
::You're not interrupting-:: She cut short and in what felt like an age longer than the mere half a second it took for Jet to spill the beans, her heart dropped. Her eyes trailed in full blown guilt from Jet and back onto Jamie. Apology clear this time. Obviously, she'd known. There was no point in hiding now.
There were, however, no words she could even begin to express the fainest notion of an apology, explanation or anything else. The guilt and sheer apology of how things had gone, however, was more than written into her emotions.
::He's got his own home, Jet. I'm sure:: Her voice was more small and quiet than it'd been in a very long time. ::And... He's still being interviewed.. No one's going to replace anyone here. Ever.:: For just a second, her eyes dropped from the two vaguely, utterly at a loss for words. She'd almost apologized to Blake but instead kept quiet.
Overkill - December 8, 2011 12:12 PM (GMT)
OOC: Excelleeent movie refernce duuuuuude!
IC: As Blake had come to expect, Alix was humble and dismissive about what she had done for not just him, but so many others as well that day. He wondered whether it was a personality trait necessary to be a hero, a selflessness that stretched to humility and being comfortable with no gratitude. Or was it that with the amount that people like her had done it was easier for their brain to cope if they just told themselves it was nothing? Either way, the 'I just did what anyone would have' speech was a common one on the lips of people who went beyond the call of duty to help and save others. Blake wondered if he would ever be like that, talking to someone uttering those very words. He hoped so. And who knew, maybe all this was a brick in the road leading him there. Only time would tell, well, time or a co operative precog. Alix finished by saying she was happy that he'd made it to them and the Englishman smile warmly.
"Believe me, it's good to be 'ere."
With a little conversational nudge, Blake got the interview back on track and Jamie seemed to take another moment to think before saying he had two questions for the new comer. Two wasn't so bad. He had expected that this would be all serious, with enough questions to fill a child's entire script from ages two till ten. That would have been a bore, but just two questions he was pretty sure he could do. Of course there were still numerous things he didn't want to be asked about, drugs, police trouble, Apocalypse, his time with Jackson and their little gang back in the UK. The list didn't end there either, nor did it end anywhere else. He could have spoke for days, just listing the things he didn't want to speak about. It wasn't that they were too painful, or anything like that. Blake was, for the most part comfortable with the mistakes he had made, no the problem was other people. He may not have been bothered by most of his past, but would the others in the room? He didn't want to lie, but there was a lot riding on this interview... He took a long breath, trying to actively relax without letting it show.
Jamie started with the questions, opening out with asking him if he had ever surveyed anything before. Inwardly the energy manipulator cringed. The man rattled off a bunch more questions before Blake could answer the first one, clearly wanting him to answer them all in one lot. When he was finished the younger male spoke,
"Um... yes. I 'ave done a little surveillance work. I was part of a group of protesters for mu'ant rights a couple of years ago and at a few points I 'ad to keep tabs on people who were..."
"Opposed to the cause."
Came the finish. He really hoped that didn't sound to dodgy and decided to clarify.
"Mainly it was just, don't be seen, watch them do boring shit, listen to them do boring shit, write it down. No very 'ard really. I 'aven't really done that much of it either... But I mean I got to be pretty decent with all the equipment."
"Also, I 'ave every episode of Burn Notice released so far on DVD. That's probably qualification enough by itself!"
"Why I want to be an investigator... Well I think it's less abou' that, and more to do with wantin' to do my part ya know. I've made plenty of mistakes and it's just time to do some good I guess..."
He admitted, his shoes suddenly becoming a whole lot more interesting.
"I know you lot did a bang up job of 'elping people as X-Factor so I thought I'd come down and see if I could 'elp people like you do."
He added, still showing a little discomfort in his tones and body language. He wasn't used to doing this... Admitting things, talking about feelings and flaws. It wasn't his thing to be sensitive like this. It was awkward and weird. The last question was whether he had a Ferrari and Blake smiled knowing he'd come to it.
"And for your information Mr. Sho- Shaby- Shoda- Mr. Joey... I do actually have a red Ferrari 458 italia. Nearly brand new too mate. I 'aven't technically gotten to drive it yet..."
He told, now far more animated again, explaining the last phrase with a nod of his head to the slung arm.
Then all of a sudden, another member of X-Factor walked into the cramped little office space that was full of tools and god knows what else. This person he recognized. He had seen her testify for Alex Summers on tv, and he enthusiastically recieved the handshake as he returned her greeting.
"Blake Evans. 'Oping to be your resident token pom."
He said with a smile, not realizing what was going on in everyone else's minds and in the background of the charged situation. Then the dam broke and Jet came out accusingly to Jamie, asking him if Blake was taking some guy called Guido's room. Apparently he was coming back when he was done in Italy with Pauly D and The Situation. Blake looked around the room at its occupants, eyebrows raised as he wondered just what would happen next. What it was, was Jet apologizing, not quite the further craziness he was read for, but hey, it was something in itself.
"Don't worry abou' it. Sounds like whoever 'e was, 'e was important to you. S'no shame to be worried abou' your friend, I just 'ave a question though... You're all private investigators now right? Why don't you just, ya know, privately investigate and find 'im?"
He asked, seemingly slightly confused.
Jamie Madrox - December 8, 2011 02:49 PM (GMT)
There was a brief flash of hurt from Alix, and her wordless glance his way at the childish thoughts that had flitted through his own mind stabbed his heart with guilt. He knew better on multiple levels and had no question of her character. He had never really entertained thoughts of jealousy. Not genuinely anyway. Somehow he’d find a way to make it up to her later. Her secrets were her own business. He had no right to invade into every aspect of her thoughts. He was happy enough just enjoying what she’d willingly share.
But for now there was too much going on, what with the impromptu interview and whatnot. Jamie launched into a barrage of questions, and then watched Blake closely while he listened to the answers. There was a lot of very telling non-verbal cues. A little discomfort around the whole business of his surveillance past, coupled with a vaguely cryptic description of what that had been all about. Jamie and his multiple looked at one another, both of them thinking the same thought.
::The Cause? Isn’t that a British rock band? I think they preceded The Cure.:: He was thinking entirely too much about The Cure these days. If it weren’t for his healthy heterosexual fixation on Alix, he’d have some serious questions to ask himself.
But his brows rose again when he heard that Blake did indeed have a Ferrari. He was about to get up and shake his hand and welcome him to the club when Jet walked into the ‘office’. Jamie listened to her and his brows furrowed in genuine confusion.
His gaze moved from Jet to Alix who was projecting a lot of guilt and shame. And the news hit Jamie like a fist in the solar plexus. “Guido left?” He looked from Jet to Alix again. “Alix?” She knew. She hadn’t told him? “You mean, like…he went to the store? Or like the time he went to Hawaii for a month?”
Somehow he knew that wasn’t the case.
Jamie hung his head. Suddenly he was angry. “No! He’d say goodbye if he left. He wouldn’t just disappear.” But there was too much confirmation in the room to deny it. Blake offered up a suggestion, but Jamie couldn’t quite register the words. He felt betrayed on a multitude of levels and he shook his head. “No.” If Guido wanted to leave them, why would they track him down?
He didn’t even say goodbye?
Jamie suddenly wanted to be alone. Stuffing his wellspring of sudden emotion, Jamie looked up at Blake and wondered if he could continue this interview right now.
Jet Black - December 8, 2011 03:52 PM (GMT)
Jet closed her eyes in a manner that said 'oh shit'. She had not only interrupted the interview but she did so with telling Jamie something he didn't know about his best friend. She opened her eyes and flashed everyone a most apologetic look. 'Opps' didn't really quiet emphasize her fuck up. She felt like a world class, grade A moron and pictured herself giving a lecture or tutorial on how one puts their foot in their mouth. The blonde looked at Alix and thought, ::I am so sorry, I didn't realize...::
Jamie tried to deny it. Tried to explain that he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, for a moment she thought that maybe she did enough damage, and she should keep her mouth shut. But Jamie had to be told, "Jamie... he did leave. He came up to my room last night and said goodbye." "Among other things" she finished in her head. Considering that she busted in on an interview and such, Blake was being a good sport so far. Jet had just thrown him a house sized amount of drama and he hadn't run off yet.
He made a suggestion that Jamie quickly refused. Jet filled in the gaps. "Guido is a member of the team. He left last night to go..." The blonde looked down, not wanted to see Jamie's face as she told him what Guido had told her, "Went to go find his heart." She paused for a moment before continuing, "He said he'd come back, we just don't know when. It's something he has to do."
Or at least it's what he feels he had to do. Jamie was hurt, angry, and upset which was understandable. The Silverlight felt like the small spark that ignited the Hindenburg and the casualties were her friends and a guy she hadn't really met before that day.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't-..." She couldn't say the words enough. Jet felt she had done so much damage and wondered if she should just leave the office already. As it turned out, it was just as painful for Guido to leave the team as much as it pained him to leave them. It didn't seem fair. The blonde looked at the ground in front of her and thought towards Alix, ::I should go now, shouldn't I?::
Alix - December 8, 2011 10:15 PM (GMT)
Despite everything going on she knew it was unfair that she had insight into every secret thought that even remotely entered into the back of his mind while she could pick and choose just what he heard and what she felt. He was left to have every little thing broadcast and she? well, the block she'd put up in attempts to protect him for just the moment was definitely unfair. It was something she was earnestly working on- letting the entirety of thought and feeling be allowed to be picked up through the connection they'd shared. Right now, however, she'd put that desire aside. It'd felt like the right thing to do in the moment.
That was until everything descended into an even worse version of everything that she'd wanted to avoid happening. It really was less for her sake than for his-- though at the back of her mind she definitely held more fear for upsetting him than any other thing she could think of. Sentinels? No fear. Apocalypse? She'd stood strong. Jamie being upset? She was quickly realizing that was above everything else what bothered her.
First, she'd caught that it'd taken all of Jamie's restraint not to just simply walk out of the interview all together. Score one for professionalism, something she noted even in the emotionally charged moment. Second, however, she could more than catch onto the emotions that weren't exactly being held back. The unhappy edge, the anguish, the loss and most of all a definite sense of rage. His feelings towards Guido in the moment were the furthest thing from her thoughts, however, and whether it was true or not didn't matter. She read upset, and in that upset she absolutely blamed her own choice of actions for the reaction. She rarely could handle even upsetting just a normal team member, much less Jamie. The realization of just how much it bothered her was something she couldn't dwell on, however.
::It's not your fault, Jet.:: There was a definite lack of edge to her voice. ::It's mine.:: Her eyes shifted to the floor shamefully and quietly, her own emotions way too much to handle. Even in the best of times, they were too much. But now? Well, the exhaustion from traipsing all over to just simply still adjusting to letting herself feel more was a bit much.
::I Knew he was gone, last night. I should've told you, Jamie.:: Her tone was small, distant in a very real sense as if whispering. Just faintly, she fidgeted with the hem of her coat sleeve, nervously keeping her eyes down while they continued. Blake asked his question, Jamie refused it, and Jet tried to fix things.
::I tried to find him. I looked...:: she trailed off a bit, though didn't look up. ::I looked all night, and this morning. He must've known that we'd come looking. That I'd look. I tried everywhere. Queens, the Bronx, SoHo.. even hell's Kitchen and Queens.:: She went through a laundry list of locations, including even places she'd avoided since childhood. Her eyes raised for just a moment towards Jamie before quickly falling back to the floor.
Still. Her feelings, as overwhelming and crippling they were, weren't the biggest issue in the room. She could pull it back, force control and otherwise get over whatever elephant had barreled into the room. There was no way she'd make Jamie continue through the interview when she was perfectly capable of finishing it out, and it absolutely wasn't fair to force Blake to continue to endure the awkward emotions that had came into the room.
Suddenly and forcefully, the same old blocks she'd always used on herself rose to section off whatever emotions she was feeling. It wasn't targeted against Jamie-- though he'd definitely catch on-- it was all on herself. Her features fell into sudden and even calm and she took on the role that had been so easily hers for so many years. She tempered her otherwise emotionless state with a borrowed pleasantness from a neighbor.
::I Have it from here, Jamie. Don't worry about any of this. Do what you need. There's not much left anyways except some paperwork from Riva and a small tour.. then we can see what the others think about him.:: She nodded, the uneasy edge suddenly and uncomfortably gone.
::Thanks for understanding, Blake. Even if we're, as a team, not x-factor anymore.. we definitely rarely catch a break around here.:: She dimly realized that it wasn't the best sales pitch and caught herself quickly. ::But even with all that, we're the best team you'll find. We stick together, even when things are hard.:: A simple nod followed up before she gave a single last glance to Jet.
::Don't worry, Jet. It's not your fault.. You don't have to stick around for the end of this if you don't want. Maybe.. maybe start getting lunch together? The others will be up, home, or returning soon from whatever.:: Another nod in lieu of a hint of emotion.
Overkill - December 10, 2011 10:55 AM (GMT)
Well the proverbial shit had indeed hit the fan. But that was just the way of the world. The Englishman had to admit to himself, that while it may not have been the case for most people, he personally struggled to remember a time in his life where things weren't going badly in one way or another. In some ways he found it odd when things went well, like properly well. When things just fell into place and the resistance dropped away, those times where everything goes right, Blake didn't like them. More specifically he didn't trust them. So really, despite what the others may have thought, the drama, the craziness and the confusion all kind of felt like emotional home.
He made his comment, pointing out that they could look for him, but was shut down in short order. Jamie seemed none too happy that was for sure. Neither did the brother or clone or whatever he was. Unsurprisingly of course, it was painful to lose a friend, especially without saying goodbye. He didn't think anything of Jamie's sharp tone with him, it breezed by unnoticed by the energy manipulator. Then Jet spoke up, explaining that his Guido fellow left by choice, although it seemed she almost didn't make it through the clarification. The news was really hitting these people hard, and Blake supposed in some ways that made a lot of sense. After all they had seen a lot of loss recently. Alex being arrested, them thinking they'd lost him and everything, then the disappearance of multiple members of the team. Another MIA was probably the last thing they wanted.
"In my experience, convincin' someone who left of their own accord to come back only makes it worse."
He added, pointing out that he understood the reason for no investigationating. He knew alright, first hand even. He remembered when he had left the mansion during the events of Apocalypse's brief reign. Shortly afterward, a girl he had known from the mansion had gotten hold of him and urged him to go back to the Institute. Now looking back, he had no idea if he was having second thoughts about leaving at the time, but after that conversation any hint of desire to go back had vanished. He had taken his freedom, gripped the bull by the horns and told it which way to go. He wouldn't be coerced into undoing the thing he had just worked hard to do. He wanted his life his way, whether it was for the best or not.
Alix took over the commentary, saying that she had been out and had looked everywhere for the man, but that he had been no where to be found. Blake wondered if the guy knew just what he was putting his team through with his actions, he guessed he probably did. One didn't wind up on the X Factor roster without being pretty concerned and aware of other people. There was a lull in the conversation and Blake looked around at each of the others.
"This is a little bit awkward now init?"
He chimed in quietly as he twiddled his thumbs absently.
Alix began to thank him for his dealing of the situation and the Brit smiled.
"Don't sweat it. I've seen more than enough drama myself. I know 'ow it is. Plus, I wouldn't exac'ly be doin' a good job of sellin' myself if I started acting like a twat now would I?"
He jested slightly with a cheeky smirk. He kind of felt bad cracking jokes, even if he was trying to lighten the mood a little. With a sigh he wondered what questions Alix would have for him, given it seemed she was going to be covering for Jamie in the interview process. He also wondered what he was going to do if she asked him about something he didn't want to be asked about. Could he lie to her? He doubted it. But the truth is a poison like no other, a wolf in sheep guise as it were and he wondered if it would really be the best to employ it.
He turned a little to face more towards the dark haired woman.
"So, I think we can cross '12:05- confuse the new lad' off the schedule. What's next?"
Jamie Madrox - December 10, 2011 10:28 PM (GMT)
For a moment he thought about just trying to get right back into the interview. He looked at Blake and tried to clear his mind…but in all honesty he was already leaning toward hiring Blake on. And he still felt like someone had kneed him in the junk. Looking over at Alix, he couldn’t help but feel a little angry that she’d decided to keep the whole thing from him. The thought lasted only a second as he saw through to her heart. She wasn’t trying to keep a secret from him for any nefarious reasons. When their eyes locked he saw and felt genuine compassion and worry coming off of her, and it melted away all of the anger and most of the hurt he felt for her not having told him.
Still…he felt overwhelmed right now.
When Alix spoke privately into his mind, he looked over at her again. She was giving him an out, and a quick reading of his own current emotional state told him that he should probably take it. He nodded at her, but didn’t say a word.
Without further relative reaction to Jet or Blake or even Alix, Jamie stood up. “It was a pleasure to meet you,” he said with as much detached professionalism as he could muster. He wasn’t nearly as capable of hiding his feelings as Alix. “Alix will conclude the interview, and if all goes well, I look forward to working with you.”
He bit the inside of his cheek a little, and without another word, turned on his heels and headed out…alone. Right now he just needed some time to process.
Jet Black - December 12, 2011 06:52 AM (GMT)
No matter how many times Alix said it in her head, it was her fault. At least that was how she felt, she couldn’t help but feel responsible. Jet looked at Alix when she told them that she had looked for him last night. Before she could say anything to Alix about that, she continued on telling Jamie that she would take care of the rest of the interview.
The blonde gave a small smile to Blake when he started to talk after Alix had apologized to him. After Alix and Blake spoke, Jamie told them that it was a pleasure to meet Blake and left. Jet, for a split second, took a step forward. She stopped herself to let him have his space.
Just as she needed it after Guido left. Jet looked back at Blake, tucked her hair behind her ear, and folded her arms. “I definitely didn’t mean to interrupt the interview. But I should probably get some food in my stomach.” She wasn’t feeling too hungry but she knew it would be bad to start skipping meals. She flashed an apologetic look towards Alix and spoke, “Alix’ll take good care of ya. Don’t worry, most days aren’t like this.”
The blonde gave the best smile she could, not knowing how well it looked on her right now she decided to take her leave before she messed things up further. But before she left she looked at the two of them and said again, “Sorry again.”
Alix - December 14, 2011 07:15 AM (GMT)
It didn't take a telepath to know exactly how Jamie was feeling right in that moment. In fact, it was because of that exact reason that it all hit Alix so very hard in those moment. It didn't matter that it didn't last, or that he hadn't even been that angry at her for more than a few seconds-- at least, as long as it'd taken for him to lock eyes with her. Her own only shot back down to the floor in guilt as he began to take his leave at her own prompting.
She really couldn't wrap her mind around how very, very afraid she was in the precise moment. There had been so many other moments in her life that had struck her hard, and none, really, had been as seemingly trivial as this. She chalked it up to letting herself feel more and softly raised the blocks against herself more fervently. She closed herself off even more, and continued to present the borrowed emotions as her own.
Pleasant. Calm. Evenly relaxed despite everything. She looked completely in control of everything that was occurring even if, honestly, she was the furthest she'd been from it in a very long time. She watched Jamie as he left, just barely catching eyes with him once more as he exited. Another pang of all the complicated emotions that were brewing and she locked another block into place. Another glance and, by that moment, her features had gone to the even pleasantness that was herself restrained. She gave a nod to him swiftly as he took his leave, and a dim smile.
Her attention turned away quickly and back onto Jet, who was also beginning to make her own exit. She smiled the same vaguely restrained smile she'd always had, and gave a soft level of empathetic support.
::Don't worry Jet, you're fine. He's alright and I'm doing just fine. You did nothing wrong.:: She gave a nod of support to her friend, a level of certainty as always there in these sorts of moments.
Jet took her exit and finally, Alix turned back to Blake. In an almost too calm shift, she took a seat where Jamie had just been sitting moments before.
::Don't worry, I wont cheat. No telepathy.:: she nodded with a smile. ::Makes this all kind of pointless if I'm just going to read your mind. Why ask the questions?:: She mused simply with a nod.
::besides, There's really nothing more to ask. You went through that scenario well-- better than others might've-- and I remember you from the battles. You gave it your all, despite loosing your car. So, I guess all that stands is.. ah..:: She looked towards the notes that Jamie had been taking and smiled fondly.
::Any questions? I've been with this team since the beginning, I came here from Xavier's when Alex first started it and kind of have a real... inside look on things, so to speak. So I can answer pretty much anything you throw at me.:: She readied any note taking that would be necessary, and waited.
Overkill - December 17, 2011 01:13 PM (GMT)
Slowly the room emptied. First Jamie and his dupe taking their leave. Blake felt the poor guys, loosing a close friend was a hard thing to deal with at the best of times. In these circumstances, with everything else that was going on... It really must have been tough. He conducted himself well none the less, showing no outward sign of hurt and maintaining a polite and professional demeanor. But in some ways it was the fact that he was being polite and professional that sealed it for Blake. He may not have known the guy for very long, but up until the shit hit the fan, Jamie had been all jokes and brilliant to be around (something Blake rarely ever thought of those who were polite and professional). Jamie seemed to have hit one of those bumps that kills your taste for humor. Not that Blake could blame him.
"Yeah, it was great to meet you too mate."
Then Jet was next to go. She started but saying she didn't mean to break up the little meaning, something that Blake waved away with a sweep of his hand. He wasn't bothered. Shit happened, that was just life. She made a comment that suggested that this wasn't the usual for day with the X-Factor crew. He chuckled slightly, imagining the carnage if everyday was like that. Certainly he wasn't sure he'd be up to the job, used to drama or not. And with that, Jet was gone too, leaving just Blake and the other woman in the room, the telepath he had met during the sentinel attacks. Well, it was him, her, and Blake's gigantic box of worries just to his side.
She shuffled around to take the boss-chair and started by reassuring him that there would be no mind reading going on. Big relief. She pointed out that there was little point in asking questions if she were just going to rip the information from his brain anyway.
"I dunno, maybe ya like watchin' people squirm?"
He suggested as a reason, a sly smile gracing his features. She pointed out that she didn't have much left to ask, causing a slightly lift in the male's brow. That was it? Already? It seemed like a job interview would be longer than that... But hey, if they had what they needed then there was little point for pissing around. He just hoped it was because they could quickly and easily see that he was a bad ass (self proclaimed of course), not that he was 'unsuitable' or something.
She sung his praises for a couple of lines, and one made him smile. The little comment about him still fighting even when he'd lost his car. Sure it had been a prized possession, but it seemed funny that it was classed in the category, thinks that could cause enough grief to stop me battling for my home, my life, and my people. Over all though the compliments concerned him a little, normally they prefaced a let down. Something like: you're a great friend, and I know you didn't mean what you said about my girlfriend giving it out for pocket change and half a packet of cigarettes... But I have to beat you to within an inch of your life anyway. Ol' Gavin never could take a joke... Surprisingly however, not 'but' came and Blake started to wonder if it ever would. It seemed, somehow, he had got in with a chance.
Alix finished up by allowing him to ask any questions he needed to and he stroked his chin as he pulled a thinking face.
"Nuthin' springs to mind... Oh wait I got one: Can we 'ave margarita Fridays?"
He jested with a grin.
"Nah, I'm jus' kiddin'. I think, to be 'onest I know all the important stuff. Ya know the really important parts. Like that you lot stick by each other and that you do wha'ever it takes to 'elp people. That's what matters more than anything else. That's what makes me wanna be 'ere ya know."
He admitted, dishing out a semi-rare (and not nearly rare enough if you asked Blake) moment of sensitivity.
"Although I must admit, I am still a little curious as to what was up with the geezer Jamie was with. I mean is that like a clone, or a twin (evil or otherwise) or what? 'Cause mate, they really were identical."
He said, with an impressed look on his face.
Alix - December 21, 2011 08:48 AM (GMT)
::No... Not really. I mean. People squirm enough around me already. No reason to add fuel to the fire.:: She smiled despite admitting that it really was pretty common for most people to get antsy around her because of being a telepath. He probably had already known that, however-- everyone always seemed to get that way around first meeting a telepath. She did, however, catch onto his thoughts about the questions and just barely she worried that she hadn't asked enough. Was she hurrying it through? She though that she'd really heard enough and most of the others hadn't really been given that strenuous of an interview.. it was all about feeling. The gut notion on who would work.. and who wouldn't. He clearly was already.
He thought about the car, and she busied herself with the notes, making neat little annotations-- all general agreements-- to whatever Jamie had written.
::Margarita Fridays? I thought it was Tuesday... Or was that tacos?:: She added in a musing tone, though it was a clear reciprocation on his joking demeanor. She was no Jamie, however, and with the emotional controls she'd just snapped into place there was not much in the way of inflection to hint at joking.
::That is the important stuff. There's a lot of change going around here and honestly, we're all kind of learning too. We're trying, though, and that's the important part.:: She gave a light nod. ::So far, you seem like you'll fit in well. You roll with the craziness.. and that's good, because it's rarely ever not crazy around here.::
Then the comment on Jamie. She smiled a little too fondly and shifted her weight despite her otherwise level features. Somethings just made it through.
::Jamie's power is self replication. When he's hit, he creates a duplicate of himself and everything that is on him at the time. It makes getting chores done way easier.:: She smiled in earnest.
::there's alot of different powers we've got on the team. A good balance of offensive and defensive.:: She nodded quietly, and looked down at the paper for a few moments.
::Everything so far seems good. We'll probably need to get a few references if you have any, some explanation of your powers.. a few insurancy things that I really don't know about-- that's all Riva's thing-- but so far, I think you'll be a good fit. Would you like a tour?::
(I think we can actually end it with a wrap up by you, unless you want to play out a tour)
Overkill - January 4, 2012 11:09 PM (GMT)
Blake thought nothing of Alix’s feeling that people were uncomfortable around her. There was nothing particularly unsettling about her to him. Sure she was a telepath, she could read his thoughts if she really wanted to. How nice for her, but in the grand scheme of things did he give a shit? Not really. For the most part he was relatively upfront so it wasn’t a big deal most of the time, and in the times that he did want to keep something secret he was sure that she would hold to her word and keep her powers to herself. With that all said, that meant she was pretty much just another person to him. Didn’t look, sound, feel, taste or smell odd (thought granted he hadn’t actually tried all of those yet). And once he established that she wouldn’t do anything odd to him either, the fact that she was a mutant kind of slipped by as a side note.
Unfortunately people were just as concerned about him. Ok maybe it wasn’t quite as bad, he didn’t really know for sure but what he did know was that many ‘sapes’ weren’t comfortable with him either. It wasn’t as much that she was a telepath, it was that she was a mutant. It was a sad state of affairs to be sure, but that was the world that they lived in. The discussion progressed to Blake’s jesting idea for margarita Fridays, and Alix’s response. The Englishman smiled and laughed in return.
“Taco Tuesdays would be brilliant as well mate. I think your onto a sound business plan ‘ere.”
From there it ambled on some more, covering some serious topics and a quick and very explanatory blurb on Jamie’s abilities. It certainly made a lot more sense than Blake’s idea of them being the twin and the evil twin turned to good. Hey, you never know with mutants, that could have totally been it. With a little more chatting the interview seemed to be coming to a close. Alix ran through a list of things they needed, it sounded like she was rounding it off, tying up loose ends.
“References aren’ exactly my strong point…”
“But I can tell you about my powers. I generate kine’ic energy in my core then I can use it ‘ow I like. So I can speed myself around the place, punch really ‘ard, or throw up a buffer to protect myself.”
“I could give you a demo if ya like, but I imagine you get the point.”
He finished with a shrug. His powers weren’t overly complicated. Sure they were useful as hell, and he could do a lot of cool things with them but when it came right down to it, they were pretty simple.
Alix offered a tour and Blake smiled. It sounded like he was sorted. Who’d have thought he was so nervous about all that. The people were so nice, and apparently he was a good fit for the team. Everything was all starting to settle into place.
“Tour sounds lovely mate.”
He replied and stood up to follow her around the building.